Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.